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score - lil double 0 lyrics

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[intro]
(ayy, jay got the motherf*ckin’ 808s bumpin’, don’t him?)
(we love you, perc)
hm, hm, hm
n*gga broke, can’t dodge a p*ssy (no)
ain’t no n*gga gon’ dodge a fully (n*gga, uh, huh)
uh, uh (f*ck them n*ggas, f*ck them), big walk down
uh (let’s go), uh (f*ck them n*ggas, f*ck them), big walk down

[verse]
can’t show my hand, that’s the way you die
ain’t gettin’ no money, that n*gga ain’t relevant, you can see this sh*t up in his eyes
n*gga broke, ain’t got enough funds to slide
n*ggas ain’t got guns and rides
get stuck every time i come to houston (no bap), i was just buyin’ the pints, gettin’ high
different color amiri, don’t argue, just buy
heard a f*ck n*gga [?] hit him, leave him dry
gotta switch up the whip, black truck the ride
big srts and .223s whenеver a young n*gga come outside
a n*gga can’t namе a n*gga from the city that played with this walk down sh*t and ain’t felt that fire (uh)
b*tch look bad, better f*ck my guys ’cause she ain’t type of b*tch to do a high*speed and pull a scam walkin’ in the bank (uh, okay)
she wanna pour up the drank
uh, the b*tch must think she me or somethin’
like lil double 0 ain’t p or somethin’ (huh?)
yeah, be pushin’ p’s up in my yeezy, but nah, i ain’t yeezy’s son
n*gga hopped out shootin’ and squeezin’, but you ain’t squeeze, f*ck n*gga ain’t squeeze your gun (no bap)
i done seen tougher, the street n*ggas run
up the score, get some more like it’s easy sum, n*gga
type of n*gga don’t shoot out a window
[i be scared when you blow, but you score i’ma send?]
don’t try to go and record like i’m ray j and kim
uh, move like pluto, can’t be on no film
the b*tch can’t put me on no camera ’cause i’m more litter than him (i’m more litter, ho)
that n*gga ain’t havin’ no cash like me (uh), lil double more bigger than him
step on an opp block just like timb
roll up that shh, sh*t, i can’t even hear him (mhm)
smokin’ on dead opps in a drop*top, tryna be like pac ‘fore he got k!lled
thug life, everywhere i go, got my gun tight
my lil’ n*gga put a switch up on a glock, he tryna see if his thumb right, uh
[outro]
uh, uh, uh, uh (uh, let’s go)
go, go (uh, let’s go), go, go

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